A contemporary cultural magazine about Ho Chi Minh City, Vietnam



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The word “cyberpunk” popped up in my mind, and I was surprised. I would never associate such a term with Vietnam and, more specifically, the old District 9.

She didn’t react but walked me to her motorbike and put me on the backseat. I held onto her waist on our way home. All she ever said that day was, “His last meal was cigarettes.”

Honking aggravates commuters — but why can’t Vietnamese stop?
Pom continued walking as he heard Tam’s footsteps fading away. He wanted to say that he could be Tam’s brother, at least. Though he felt at ease that he didn’t.